This is a song about "Von trail mom"

A pac style taker

Strapped up attacking mom nature

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

My mom, it was the bomb,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Pass any court date without a trail,

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale